I know, I said I was going to be gone for 2 weeks, but I got bored. It’s amazing how easily you get used to sharing the intimate emotional issues that plague your mind with complete strangers. Once you don’t have that anymore, everything feels like you’re walking around in a haze like those kids with dreadlocks on a college campus.

And I can’t afford the munchies.

So I’m back early to start my life as a Professional Adult (I ordered business cards, you know).

Professional Adulthood

I don’t even know what that means, but I think I am supposed to wear a tie now.  It

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sounds nice as a phrase in general, and I think it fits whatever it is exactly that I’m striving to become. For the last ten years or so, I’ve basically done whatever was the easiest thing to do at the time while telling myself that sooner or later I would do something important with my life, like write a book or lead a ragtag colony of survivors in a post apocalyptic America.  Now, I think I’m starting to figure out exactly what it is I want to do with my life.

 

Seriously, I think I might need a tie.

I can’t say that I have a grand scheme figured out, or that now everything I touch will magically turn to gold. Hell, I still don’t know exactly what it is I’m doing, but I do know what I want to do. I’m going to keep writing words for the internet and working towards a general goal of world domination or at the very least cult leader status. The plan is to keep plugging away while I figure out exactly what it means to be an adult and a writer, hopefully turning it into a career at some point so I don’t have to go live in a cubicle in a building filled with lead paint and asbestos.

Maybe you can all help me with that. I promise, I won’t make you wear a tie.

In the meantime, why don’t you come and talk to me on twitter or hang out over on Facebook. You should probably also subscribe to my RSS feed, if you’re into that sort of thing. Keep coming back here, and I’ll tell you stories about life as a person in their late 20s who is really good at making bad decisions.

If you’re really good, I might even draw a doodle for you.

You’d like that, wouldn’t you.